IN THE GREEN TREES I ROAM
MY HAPPY PLACE
I CALL IT HOME
A REFLECTION OF MY NATURAL
HOW COULD ANYONE EVER OVERLOOK MOTHER?.
UNIQUE IN MY BEING ME
THIS BROWN SHADE NUTMEG
LIKE THE BARK OF A TREE
LOCS GROWING FREELY AND STRONG
BRANCHES OF MY CROWN
STUDY MORE THE LAND IM ON THAN WHOS ON INSTAGRAM
FINDING FULLNESS IN THE DIRT
AND KNOWLEDGE IN THE SUN
AS MY VEINS CARRY THE BLOOD
GOLDEN BENEITH MY SKIN.
..I AM COMPLETELY IN UNISON
WITH MY SURROUNDINGS.
THOUGHTS IN HARMONY
AS MY SOUL CARRIES FORTH..
RAINBOW WATERS
COLOR MY FEETS JOURNEY HERE
OBSTACLES NO LONGER CONJURING FEAR
INSTEAD BREEDS MORE PEACE
HOW IT SHOW ME WHERE I AM
AND WHERE I WANNA BE
ALLOWING ME TO SLEEP BETTER WITH ME
UNDERNEATH THE SHEETS OF CLARITY.
BOLD IN MY APPROACH
THE GRASS IS GREENER WHERE TRUTH SPEAKS LIFE
LIKE WE ARE ALL CONNECTED...
FAMILAR SO WE CAN RELATE
YET INDIVIDUALLY SPROUTING
FROM OUR OWN PERSPECTIVES .
DIFFERENCES INTENDED TO
HELP US FEEL INCLINED TO STEP INSIDE
SOMEONE ELSES MIND
AND FEEL INSPIRED BY THE DESIGN...
I just like the view from here
Where the desire for expansion
Exspells the illusion of fear//
CURIOSITY SPARKED THE INSIGHT.
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